Send ’em to the Border
President Trump’s call for 10,000 new Border Patrol agents is precisely what our border security needs, but there’s a crucial question: where exactly are we supposed to find these people? The answer is staring us right in the face. Every year, about 200,000 service members transition out of the military. These aren’t just numbers on a page – these are trained professionals looking for their next mission, and we desperately need them not just for Border Patrol but for Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) and Homeland Security Investigations (HSI).
What we need is a comprehensive “Troops to Homeland” program. Continue reading
The team was known as the Redskins from 1937-2019 but dropped its name ahead of the 2020 season (initially going by the Washington Football Team for two seasons) following years of social pressure – with many Native Americans finding the word to be racially insensitive.
The U.S. economy created fewer jobs than expected while the unemployment rate increased, signaling that the labor market could be going through a rapid deceleration at a time when the Federal Reserve could soon be cutting interest rates.
Oscar-winning actor Morgan Freeman has turned on Black History Month and declared he “detests it.”
Two Mexicans are stuck in the desert after crossing into the United States wandering aimlessly and starving.
The radical environmental movement has just launched a massive attack on those of us who are fighting to stop their attacks on our farmers, our property rights, and our free market system.
Texas plans to construct a military base along the border with Mexico, the state’s Republican governor announced Friday, as his election-year tug-of-war with the White House over migration continues to broil.
The year was 1993, and I’d been working and living on a small ranch 5 miles outside of Flagstaff, Arizona. One morning I noticed that my vehicle, a 1959 Toyota Land Cruiser, had a flat tire, but even worse, since the vehicle had only a canvas bikini top, I discovered that someone had stolen my tire iron from the open and unsecured back end, so I was unable to change the tire.
Several military veterans who are now running for political office are vowing to hold accountable those who imposed the COVID-19 vaccine mandate on America’s protectors. One of those is hoping to flip a traditionally “blue” House seat for the GOP. 
I always like watching all the old ‘Scrooge’ movies on TV at this time of year. I prefer the black and white ones. I picture London being black and white in 1843, when Charles Dickens penned the tale – and in fact, Benjamin Franklin described old London as being a smokey, dark place in the mid 1700s. One of the best film versions is the 1935 one starring Seymour Hicks. When he contritely visits his nephew and his nephew’s new wife at the end, he takes a moment to look at their Christmas tree. He sheds a tear because it’s so beautiful.
At this time of year we think about celebrating Christmas, which to many folks is anything but spiritual. it’s a time to eat, get drunk, and insult the relatives you haven’t seen in a year. I realize lots of folks don’t like all this “religious” stuff so I expect my readership for this article and others like it will be down. That’s okay. I have to say what I say and I’m not out to win a popularity contest. Spiritual things are important, even if many don’t want to admit that.
Our neighbor, a little girl age 10, is moving away. She wanted to tell us that she won’t be around anymore to play or sleepover because she is moving two days before Christmas Eve.
Yesterday Hunter Biden put forth a “woe is me, I am the victim” performance at a press conference. He defied the House Republicans’ request for a closed-door deposition. Hunter said he would only answer questions at a public hearing. He refused to comply with a congressional subpoena. Will Hunter be held accountable
Imagine it’s a beautiful fall day. You’re whizzing down country roads, enjoying the vibrant colors of red and yellow maples, when suddenly, a bright-orange triangle catches your eye. Slamming on the brakes, you realize that an Amish buggy is just ahead, and you curiously crane your neck, hoping for a glimpse of the plainly clad individuals inside.